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The green moss coat is like an invisibility coat. People do not notice me and they know they must not talk to me. And animals stop seeing me as a person. I suppose i look like a bush, or a rabbit in a bush with just the eyes and nose peeking out of russian fur hat.Animals stop hiding. Yes the whole population of mr robbins came out to greet me. Did I know that robbins can walk horizontali up trees? I did not, but i do . Thes skip up the rough crust of wisedom trees up words, side ways standing.

The pleasure most people miss walking in the snow is the noticing what snow in fact is. Milions of little flakes hurred at the window this week. And should one squash their nose on the glass and look very carefully, one will see that each flake is in fact a beautiful geometric flower, quite different from the otheres,sparkeling crystal. Walking in fresh snow in the sun is the most wonderous thing, one is walking on milions of beautful little crystals which glitter and sparkle in the light.

I came across a whole fairy town. Tree mushrooms floating cities helt snowy toweres and spires.
One supposes the faires in the winter quite have a ball. They can throw themselfs off trees and land on soft squishy trapoleane of snow and leaves. I streached my back on a throne shaped logg. Whom it belongs to was no where in sight. The snow queen? Or her jester. I did not see a fat jolly king with hornes or witohut.

Never the less closing the eyes in the woods is all but silent. All the invisible creatures can be heard. There are quacks, and tic-tocs. and craaarrks, and shushing noises ,and nibbleing noises and flying onises, and piping, and wooing, and kincock and teasing of all kinds. I suppose trees talk too, but it is hard to understand them with all that clamour of the birds. Trees think a lot i feel, trees are the grandfathers. One can ask them for advice, but very often by the time the answer is ready our attention is elsewhere as are we.
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The lake was frozen over. The turtles must be too. It was plain children footsteps, foxes, dogs and other beasts had been runnig on the ice. The smaller lake was taken ower by batty army of ducks ,doing all they could to break the ice around them, like old women whose seats had been taken at the theatre. They where slaping, and pecking and drilling untill they made space for them selfs. Very noisey affair.

Most wonderous of all, if one looks from a hight are the trees, not the trees quite, you see, trees the brown black ones streched to the skies, have blue shadows in the snows, and instead of a thin tree having a thin blue shadow to the contrary its shadow is fat. Or the straigt trees which in the shadows are bent, or even the tree which looks like a single column, but its shadow is fromed of two huge branches which join at the base. And whislt the sun is comming from one angle the shadows are scatared each to her own prefference with no logic what so ever. Two trees next ot each other have shadows going opposite ways. It is plain evidence of another reality hidden in it all and rather too bent to be obsrved imideatley.